“U-huh.” He was clearly lying, but it wasn’t worth pursuing at the moment. “Thanks.” Wrapping both hands around the glass, she sipped slowly, watching him over the rim. He barely seemed to be out of breath. “So this is your home? Why is it safe here?”
Isaac shook his head. “No, well uh yes. -Ish. Because it is… Trust me.” No other house could be more secure than this one. “Who’s, after you?”
Setting the glass down, Summer put her hands in her pockets and walked over to stand beside his knees. Slowly, she said, “I’m going to trust you, but I know you aren’t telling me the whole truth, either.” Looking down into his blue eyes (not very far down, why was this town full of tall guys?), she went on, “I don’t know who it is yet. If I did, I would do something about it. Right now, I just know I’m in danger. They stopped following two or three streets back, but my apartment is on the other side of town.”
